I didn't fancy the label "baby momma," so I stole the title "wife." And somehow became a single marred mistress--all at the hands of the men I chose for me.
I wanted to be like the other ladies in the sanctuary who flaunted matrimony. I wanted to be a noble woman walking in God's glory. I wanted to be everything except what I was. But who said what I was—wasn’t good enough for me? Had I not despised my loneliness, I would not have compromised my holiness, gave away my loveliness.
But know this: the men of my past are no reflection of the woman who stands above ground today. Do not judge how I chose them when I was love hungry and desperate, flirting with vain hopes. If that woman had not died in the arms of those sweet talkers and false lovers, I wouldn't be alive today.
Today, as this woman, I am my best lover. Though not popular, I am my own happy ending. This is my story.